“Wow, getting right to it, are we?” Baz smiled, and I glared. He huffed in annoyance. “We both know he doesn’t want to top anyone. Even Bree tops him from the bottom.”
“Say it,” I demanded.
“You’re serious? You want me to what … tell you my ass is yours?” Baz asked.
“Yes,” I said. His mouth dropped open, floundering for a moment.
“I’m taking it back. I’m still in charge,” he said.
“No, you aren’t,” I responded. Baz tried to turn away, and I snatched his jaw in my hand and forced him to look me in the face. Whatever he saw in my expression had his eyes widen.
“Okay!” He tried to look around the room to see where Bree and Orson were, but I held him tight, not letting him.
“Say it, Baz,” I teased.
“My ass is yours,” he whispered through clenched teeth. Orson burst out laughing somewhere in the house, and Baz groaned in embarrassment. I raised an eyebrow.
“Say it and mean it.”
“Has it been twenty-four hours yet? I’m ready to kill you,” Baz grumbled. I waited patiently, refusing to respond. Hethrashed a little in my unrelenting hold, ground his teeth, seethed a little. Finally, he let out a long breath.
“You can fuck me. I’ll submit.” The truth in his words sent a shock of electricity up my spine.You can fuck me, rolled around in my head, making me suppress a groan.
“Good boy,” I growled, patting his cheek. I let him go and stretched my arms across the back of the couch. I was king of this murder cabin and couldn’t be happier. Baz stared at me.
“Well?” He asked.
“Excited to get fucked?” I asked with a smug smile.
“For real, aren’t you going to rip me to shreds?” He asked. My smile dimmed.
“Not until I make this right. You aren’t going to be untouchable forever, Baz. Trust me.”
“You made me say all that just to tell me no thanks? Way to embarrass a guy,” he sighed.
“Once I prove I can take care of everyone, including you. Then I will.”
“Does your werewolf code of conduct come with a manual?” He asked.
“No,” I said. Baz shoved me off the couch, and I landed with a grunt on the fuzzy carpet. Then he stretched out, eyes already closing.
“Bree, don’t let me sleep too long,” he said. She had been hovering in the kitchen, giving us space. Once he called her, she came closer.
“You need to rest,” she said. “I slept days when I got the injections.”
“One hour,” he said.
“Eight,” she countered.
“Two hours.”
“Seven,” she bartered.
“I need to eat. Wake me up when you guys get food. Then I’ll sleep more after that,” he lied.
“Okay,” Bree agreed. Baz cracked his eyes open and watched her walk away, then he winked at me.
“And then, after that, we fuck,” Baz said. “You know Bree … you’re the first living person I've had sex with.” I read between the lines. He was saying she’d likely be the last person he had sex with, too. He didn’t believe I would fix this.
